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[musing_way] week 139: last, best hope
Jan. 31st, 2012 02:48 pmIf it was gonna be anyone, it was gonna be the one. The one person I couldn’t escape, the one person I couldn’t have.
I don’t do relationships. I don’t play the games that Faye and Suzan fucking live off of. Yeah, I got needs, but I either ignore ‘em or take care of ‘em. I don’t get tangled up in all the emotional blackmail and the mindfucking. I don’t compromise, I don’t overanalyze, and I don’t do any of the touchy feely crap that comes with “emotional maintenance.” I’m not that girl and I never will be.
Then...I met someone.
When I thought I couldn’t give a crap, I did. When I thought I wasn’t that girl, I realized I didn’t have to be. The door opens, and suddenly I could do it. Maybe it’s possible, ya know? To be unavailable, to be stubborn, to be completely absorbed in my own bullshit ‘cause there’s someone out there who won’t let me be that way. They don’t force you to change, you just...do. To be closer, to feel more whole...to compromise nothing, ‘cause you’ll do anything.
Someone came along who demanded more than I could give, and I fought it? But I ended up giving her a lot more than I ever have with anyone. She didn’t ask me for anything, so I offered it up, and she liked what she saw. No compromise, no better face, she just saw who I am and it made her smile. Imagine that: my foul mouth and bad temper making someone smile.
More importantly, making her smile. The girl who could be it...the last, best hope I could have to actually be with someone, ‘cause if this girl can’t love me? No one can.
And I just found out that she can’t. She literally can’t love me, ‘cause she’s cosmically linked to someone else.
So much for the last, best hope, right?
Deborah Armstrong
The Secret Circle
319 words
DISCLAIMER: Not my toys, just playing in LJ Smith's sandbox.
I don’t do relationships. I don’t play the games that Faye and Suzan fucking live off of. Yeah, I got needs, but I either ignore ‘em or take care of ‘em. I don’t get tangled up in all the emotional blackmail and the mindfucking. I don’t compromise, I don’t overanalyze, and I don’t do any of the touchy feely crap that comes with “emotional maintenance.” I’m not that girl and I never will be.
Then...I met someone.
When I thought I couldn’t give a crap, I did. When I thought I wasn’t that girl, I realized I didn’t have to be. The door opens, and suddenly I could do it. Maybe it’s possible, ya know? To be unavailable, to be stubborn, to be completely absorbed in my own bullshit ‘cause there’s someone out there who won’t let me be that way. They don’t force you to change, you just...do. To be closer, to feel more whole...to compromise nothing, ‘cause you’ll do anything.
Someone came along who demanded more than I could give, and I fought it? But I ended up giving her a lot more than I ever have with anyone. She didn’t ask me for anything, so I offered it up, and she liked what she saw. No compromise, no better face, she just saw who I am and it made her smile. Imagine that: my foul mouth and bad temper making someone smile.
More importantly, making her smile. The girl who could be it...the last, best hope I could have to actually be with someone, ‘cause if this girl can’t love me? No one can.
And I just found out that she can’t. She literally can’t love me, ‘cause she’s cosmically linked to someone else.
So much for the last, best hope, right?
Deborah Armstrong
The Secret Circle
319 words
DISCLAIMER: Not my toys, just playing in LJ Smith's sandbox.
"You got no idea...how fuckin' sexy you are."
"I...what?"
It was easy to sit up, made perfect sense to catch her chin in one hand and kiss her, a quick press of lips that carried just a taste of near forgotten lip gloss and dust, but it felt like a little touch of heaven...
Deborah forced herself to push the image out of her head as she kicked at the dirt. Perched on a bucket against the back of the garage just outside her house, she was looking for thirty seconds of privacy from her coven and her thoughts, and so far her own head wasn't cooperating.
It had been a week, and she still couldn't believe the things she'd said and done...her arm hurt like hell, but she wasn't taking any more of those stupid painkillers. Not when it made her...
Screwing her eyes shut, she growled as the fuzzy recollection of Cassie's scent and taste tried to invade again. She couldn't even hate herself properly when the memory was so muzzy around the edges, distorted by the drugs and the pain she was in. She wanted to at least have a memory, something to definitively embrace or push away or just allow to drive her completely fucking insane.
This was why she didn't get mixed up with boys. Or girls, much less members of her own coven. And now...now...
Well, now the cat was out of the fucking bag. And Cassie was probably never going to speak to her again.
"I...what?"
It was easy to sit up, made perfect sense to catch her chin in one hand and kiss her, a quick press of lips that carried just a taste of near forgotten lip gloss and dust, but it felt like a little touch of heaven...
Deborah forced herself to push the image out of her head as she kicked at the dirt. Perched on a bucket against the back of the garage just outside her house, she was looking for thirty seconds of privacy from her coven and her thoughts, and so far her own head wasn't cooperating.
It had been a week, and she still couldn't believe the things she'd said and done...her arm hurt like hell, but she wasn't taking any more of those stupid painkillers. Not when it made her...
Screwing her eyes shut, she growled as the fuzzy recollection of Cassie's scent and taste tried to invade again. She couldn't even hate herself properly when the memory was so muzzy around the edges, distorted by the drugs and the pain she was in. She wanted to at least have a memory, something to definitively embrace or push away or just allow to drive her completely fucking insane.
This was why she didn't get mixed up with boys. Or girls, much less members of her own coven. And now...now...
Well, now the cat was out of the fucking bag. And Cassie was probably never going to speak to her again.
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forbiddenthorn(takes place after this.)
She should have known better. She should have fucking known better than to let a good lay go too far.
It wasn't even that, though, was it? Deborah was pacing her room like a caged animal, blood still singing and nerves still screaming for release. She could still taste Jenny on her tongue, sweet and fresh, feel her hands roaming with more strength, but just as timid, just as sweet as that mouth...
She was starting to see why she had some kind of dark genie chasing after her. And all Deborah had done so far was make out with her a couple times. No, she hadn't fucked her yet, not properly...stripped her naked and felt her buck and writhe, make her scream as she tightened around Deborah's fingers, Deborah's tongue...
With an aggravated howl, Deborah fell back on the bed and ran her hands up her body, but ended up simply fisting them in her hair as she rolled her eyes up to look at her watch.
One hour. She was giving Jenny one hour...then she was taking a shower, beating off, and putting the perky little brat out of her head for good.
She should have known better. She should have fucking known better than to let a good lay go too far.
It wasn't even that, though, was it? Deborah was pacing her room like a caged animal, blood still singing and nerves still screaming for release. She could still taste Jenny on her tongue, sweet and fresh, feel her hands roaming with more strength, but just as timid, just as sweet as that mouth...
She was starting to see why she had some kind of dark genie chasing after her. And all Deborah had done so far was make out with her a couple times. No, she hadn't fucked her yet, not properly...stripped her naked and felt her buck and writhe, make her scream as she tightened around Deborah's fingers, Deborah's tongue...
With an aggravated howl, Deborah fell back on the bed and ran her hands up her body, but ended up simply fisting them in her hair as she rolled her eyes up to look at her watch.
One hour. She was giving Jenny one hour...then she was taking a shower, beating off, and putting the perky little brat out of her head for good.
Title: Way Tin Onya
Verse: Hearts & Minds (AU/PWP)
Rating: MA (sexual content beneath the cut)
NOTES: Beta'd and written for Jenny Thorton's mun, because she's EVIL and my brain got swallowed by the idea. She's a smutmonger, and Imma marry her. XD It's a sequel to THE WELCOME WAGON, and I think it's a new 'verse so it gets a tag in the journal. Oh, and the title is from a Mother Superior song of the same name. Look them up. Be astounded.
Usual disclaimers apply, not mine, not for profit. This is based on characters in play at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hearts_andminds, but strictly AU so it does not apply in game, and NSFW for the most part. Blame all mistakes on me.
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Julian showed up shortly after their first encounter.
They made out two more times after that, but Jenny wouldn’t go any further than kissing, and even that she eventually ran away from. It was pissing Deborah off, because she didn’t like the fact that Jenny was being so goddamn shy, and now she was freaking out over her stupid genie boyfriend.
It was simple shit for Deborah: she didn’t have any feelings for Jenny, those she saved for someone else...someone stronger, more powerful, someone she could never have because she’d already given her heart to another boy for whatever reason.
( Deborah didn’t want to date Jenny, she just wanted to fuck her. )
Verse: Hearts & Minds (AU/PWP)
Rating: MA (sexual content beneath the cut)
NOTES: Beta'd and written for Jenny Thorton's mun, because she's EVIL and my brain got swallowed by the idea. She's a smutmonger, and Imma marry her. XD It's a sequel to THE WELCOME WAGON, and I think it's a new 'verse so it gets a tag in the journal. Oh, and the title is from a Mother Superior song of the same name. Look them up. Be astounded.
Usual disclaimers apply, not mine, not for profit. This is based on characters in play at
hearts_andminds, but strictly AU so it does not apply in game, and NSFW for the most part. Blame all mistakes on me.* * * * *
Julian showed up shortly after their first encounter.
They made out two more times after that, but Jenny wouldn’t go any further than kissing, and even that she eventually ran away from. It was pissing Deborah off, because she didn’t like the fact that Jenny was being so goddamn shy, and now she was freaking out over her stupid genie boyfriend.
It was simple shit for Deborah: she didn’t have any feelings for Jenny, those she saved for someone else...someone stronger, more powerful, someone she could never have because she’d already given her heart to another boy for whatever reason.
( Deborah didn’t want to date Jenny, she just wanted to fuck her. )
Title: Welcome Wagon
Verse: Hearts & Minds (AU/PWP)
Rating: MA (sexual content beneath the cut)
NOTES: Beta'd and written for Jenny Thorton's mun, because she's EVIL and my brain got swallowed by the idea. She's a smutmonger, and Imma marry her. XD
Takes place right after Jenny's intro, and it is AU so it does not apply in game, and NSFW for the most part. Blame all mistakes on me.
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“...your forehead’s bleeding. Lemme look at that for ya...”
Jenny was still shellshocked enough to let Deborah guide her over to the bed, sit her down on the edge and watched her stride confidently into the bathroom for something to tend the wound. She’d helped Jenny check in and find her room without any trouble, and it felt comfortable having her there, helping. With a pang, Jenny realized Deb reminded her a lot of Dee, but somehow she wasn’t quite so intimidating...or perhaps she was more intimidating, simply less at war with herself.
( when worlds collide... )
Verse: Hearts & Minds (AU/PWP)
Rating: MA (sexual content beneath the cut)
NOTES: Beta'd and written for Jenny Thorton's mun, because she's EVIL and my brain got swallowed by the idea. She's a smutmonger, and Imma marry her. XD
Takes place right after Jenny's intro, and it is AU so it does not apply in game, and NSFW for the most part. Blame all mistakes on me.
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“...your forehead’s bleeding. Lemme look at that for ya...”
Jenny was still shellshocked enough to let Deborah guide her over to the bed, sit her down on the edge and watched her stride confidently into the bathroom for something to tend the wound. She’d helped Jenny check in and find her room without any trouble, and it felt comfortable having her there, helping. With a pang, Jenny realized Deb reminded her a lot of Dee, but somehow she wasn’t quite so intimidating...or perhaps she was more intimidating, simply less at war with herself.
( when worlds collide... )
